Danny: Hey, you! Come here! *Grabs Tim's arm and yanks him off the sidewalk*
Tim: What?
Danny: Listen, I dont have a lot of time to explain but my sister's wedding reception is inside and I told a small white lie that my boyfriend was running late. You're the only man wearing a suit at six pm from the street that I can see, so please pretend to be my boyfriend for at least four hours. Ill pay you.
Tim, who had been planning to crash the wedding reception for the large shrimp: My time has come.
Tam: By the way, I hired a personal assistant.
Tim: Why?
Tam: I need help keeping you in order. Don't worry, you won't see him that much, and he will never be close enough to ask about...the night job.
Tim: Alright, just as long as he doesn't suspect anything. What would I do if I couldn't run around in spandex to release some stress?
Tam: Yes, yes, you little freak, now about today's agenda-
Danny, standing by the open door, overhearing everything: Either my boss's boss is a vigilante, or he's got a secret romance that the gossip rags will pay big bucks to hear. Good thing I'm not a snitch. I'll just pretend not to know or notice anything. Oblivious Danny, that's me, yessir.
Maddie: You're just like your father!
Danny: Okay?
Maddie: The biological one, not the adoptive one.
Danny: *Gasp* How DARE you.
Jack: No? He's not? Bruce plans for everything and is prepared for anything. Danny gets lost in Ikea. Remember? We found him crying under one of the bed displays after he went missing for six hours. Last year.
Danny: That place is a trap set by otherworld beings trying to take humans captive!
Jack: Oh, wait, yeah, you really are just like your father. That was definitely Bruce Wayne's paranoia.
Danny: *betrayed gasp* Et tu, Papa Jack?
Bruce: I love seeing my two exes and my son, but why does it feel like every time I come over, I end up with my feelings hurt?
Maddie: I left you for a reason, Bruce.
Bruce: Actually, I broke up with you and Jack.
Jack: I was under the impression we ended things mutually?
Danny: You guys aren't together? Jazz! Mom and Dad aren't with Bruce anymore
Jazz from the other room: No! Who's going to find us when Ikea traps us, now?!
Jason: Wait, wait, wait. It's not because it's better than your cooking. It's because I'm in love with the owner and I want to support her business.
Alfred: *lowering shotgun* Explain
Jason: Her name is Jasmine Fenton. She just moved to Gotham Proper with her siblings, and they're running a pizzeria. She has red hair, gorgeous green, almost teal eyes, and she makes the best red sauce that has ever graced my taste buds. Plus, she has a PhD in psychology.
Alfred putting away shotgun: She sounds lovely!
Duke: Was Alfred just about to shoot Jason?
Tim: He ordered take out to the Manor. I'm more suprise Alfred didn't take one of his fingers as a message to the rest of us.
Duke: Wow. But why did he chill once he learned about Jasmine?
Tim: Alfred has been trying really hard to marry us off. Apparently he's worried we'll end up like Bruce
Duke: That's a valid concern. How close has he gotten?
Tim: He will never get me-
Danny: Excuse me? I have a large pepperoni for Jason T.
Tim: BOOM SHAKALAkA
Danny: What?
Duke: Please ignore him. He was dropped on his head a lot as a kid. Ill take that pizz off your hands. Here's a tip.
Danny: So wait, why are we all going to work at Wayne Manor?
Jazz: Our family owes Alfred Pennyworth a blood debt and this is how he wants it paid back. Its just for two years.
Dan: Wait the old man invoked one of the strongest forms of payment of the Other World from our Dad to get a free gardener, maid, cook and-what exactly do you do?
Dani: ugh, my assignment paper says "assistant".
Jazz: Assistant what?
Dani: Just....Assistant.
Dan: Right, so we got Maid Jazz, Cook Dan, Gardener Danny and Assistant Dani as live in staff at Wayne Manor for two years all because some British Spy saved Dad's father nearly two decades ago from Dark Magical Forces and now we have to pay it off otherwise Dad's soul gets taken as the new holder of the blood debt after Grandpa's death. Is that right?
Jazz: Yeah that sums it up pretty well. Hey check the map, do I turn here?
Dan: No, its the next exit. We should be able to see the manor soon.
Dani: Thank Clockwork. We've been in this car for ages.
Danny: Before we get there, I want to remind everyone that-
Dan/Jazz/Dani: that we can not interact with the Waynes beyond our job requirements. We are not there to get the attention of even more fruit loops. Be professional at all times. We know you've said it like twenty times in the past hour.
Danny: Stop mocking my warnings. This is serious! You know the rumors around the Waynes- what if one of them seduces you? I will NOT have a billionaire creep as a in-law!
Jazz: Danny relax, no matter what, we Fentons know how to be- By the Ancients!
Danny: What!? What's wrong!? I cant see from the backseat. Why did everyone put thier luggage around me?!
Dan: Damn.....those Waynes are hot.
Danny: No!
Dani: Like REALLY hot
Danny: Stop it!
Jazz: I call dibs on the one cleaning the motorcycle
Dan: I'll take the girl practicing dance. Is she a ballerina? Huba huba.
Dani: The boy paiting-
Danny: NO. NO DIBS. NO LUSTING. NO MARRIAGE TO THE WAYNES!
Jazz: You can't stop-
Danny: I forbidden you from dating a Wayne as your King.
Dan: You invoke your throne against us!?
Danny: Yes.
Dani: Screw you, I hate how it works. FINE. I won't date my boss.
Jazz: I'll break this hold you have on my soul someday, Ghost King. Until then I will also not date my boss.
Dan: ...
Danny: Dan
Dan: Ugh. Okay, loser, I wont.
Danny: Good. Sorry I had to resort to Ghost King, but you left me no choice. We will not marry rich!
Dan: Hey, there is a new delivery I need you to make.
Danny: Sure. What's the address?
Dan: It's the Ice Hibiscus Tea guy.
Danny: Again? That guy ordered the same thing four times this week!
Dan: He's single handly keeping me in business. Plus he tips well doesn't he?
Danny: Yeah last time he gave me a fifty.
Dan: Well, there you go.
Danny: Alright, I'll be back.
Meanwhile, in Wayne Manor
Alfred: Master Tim, will you be joining us for dinner?
Tim pacing in front of the door: No, I ordered delivery.
Alfred: If I didn't know this was a pathetic ploy to charm the delivery boy, I would take offense of how many times you ate that rubbish over my home-cooked meals.
Tim:....pathetic?
Alfred: Utterly pathetic. He doesn't even know your name. He calls you Ice Hibiscus Tea Guy.
Tim: How would you know- nevermind you know everything.
Alfred: Yes, indeed. Fix your hair and pop open the top three buttons of your shirt. You might get his attention this time if you do.
Bruce knew kids made imaginary friends as part of their development. He had done plenty of research on the topic long before taking in Dick. Over the years, as his children grew in numbers, so did his research on proper developmental milestones.
Typically, children create imaginary friends from the ages of six to nine. But that did not mean they had to give them up even if they were in their teens.
So yes, he knew kids could have imaginary friends of any age, but seeing Damian develop one was slightly shocking. It might have been due to his upbringing that Damian hadn't had one or had chosen not to speak of his buddy until he knew he was safe.
Knowing his son felt secure enough in his household to do so filled his heart with joy. Bruce kept an eye on Damian since he brought up his new friend, Daniel. He was glad his son had finally made a friend in his school that it took a few days to notice Damian never brought up Daniel unless someone else did.
When Tim asked him about his friend- claiming to have spotted Damian sitting by himself at lunchtime after his youngest had told everyone he had lunched with Daniel- the boy had waved his concerns away.
That's when Bruce learned Daniel was not a little kid at Damian's school but rather an imaginary friend.
More specifically, he learned that Daniel could not be photographed or recorded. He simply would not appear on cameras or in auto recordings. Damian didn't seem to find any of that odd, nor take into account that, as Batman and Co., they had the means to pick up some trace of something being there.
After all, they had machines that could indicate a Speedster messing with the timeline! But no, Damian insisted that Daniel simply could not be recorded.
Apparently, Damian checked.
Now Bruce knew that an imaginary friend only became a concern when the child seemed frightened by it; it encourages harmful or destructive behavior; it rapidly changes the child's typical behavior, and the child blames it for all harmful or dangerous behavior or if it disrupts the child's ability to socially interact with others.
Daniel didn't seem to frighten Damian, nor did it encourage bad behavior in his son. But it certainly got in the way of Damian making real friends, and his son's behavior changed, even if he grumbled good naturally about it.
Daniel pestered Damian to join him in exploring Gotham to find, and Bruce quotes, "Secret spots for getting down in funky town."
Damian had videos of himself break dancing in abandoned subways, ballroom dancing with the air in an abandoned firehouse, and the oddest of all, disco in an underpass where he seemed to be making faces at the area around his left shoulder. He never posted them, claiming that Daniel just wanted them for themselves.
Bruce was mildly alarmed. He brought it up with the rest of his children, who all reported similar tales of Daniel.
Tim had noticed Damian recording songs in his room- his son had inherited the Wayne vocal cords. They were all blessed singers- claiming that Daniel had written and composed the music but had wanted Damian to record it since he couldn't. They would be using it in one of their videos.
Jason brought up the fact he had seen Damian make a collage covered in nothing but pictures of himself and the Gotham landscapes. Damian had spent nearly seven hours cutting, gluing, and organizing the postal board that he hung up.
Dick's report, however, was the most alarming. He had seen a photo booth strip Damian carried at all times. It supposedly held Daniel, but all he saw was an empty booth. This, coupled with the heart-shaped frame of some underpass, of an empty wall that Damian lovingly placed on his desk, could only mean one thing.
"Damian is infatuated with his imaginary friend." He said, voice heavy in concern as his children gave each other wary looks. "Damian is fully convinced Daniel is real and, likely, is treating him as a boyfriend rather than a best friend."
"Want me to talk to him? I can get him to agree to introduce me to his....boyfriend." Steph volunteers while stepping forward. "There were some cases at the homeless shelter Duke and I volunteer at where I needed to convince some kids to introduce me to their imaginary friends."
"That could work. Besides Dick, you have the closest relationship with Damian," Duke agrees. He is staring at the videos of Damian dipping someone that wasn't there, jaw tense. It likely reminded him of his parents. "It is better to send you in just because Damian may not be ready to talk to Dick about crushes."
"I'll set up some closer monitoring around Damian," Babs offers, nodding at Tim, who was already hacking into the boy's school cameras. She had sent him a private message to get started on that the second she heard Dick's report. She was busy hacking into the city's system of Damian's usual routes when going into the city. "If someone caused him to develop Daniel, I want to be sure we stop it."
"And I'll be sure to make them pay," Jason hissed, punching his fist as Cass twirled a blade at his side, nodding in agreement. She hasn't said much, but everyone could see the anger and concern for the youngest in her eyes. Apparently, she had been able to tell through Damian's body language he had developed a crush on Daniel but had not picked up on the fact he wasn't real.
To Damian, he was, so when she read his body language, she thought he was, too.
Alfred speaks up, his voice even despite the slight tremble in his folded hands on the conference table. "We also have to consider the possibility of instituting Damian. Something like this does not dub well for Master Damian's ability in the field. Civilian or Cape."
His words send a cold chill down everyone's backs. It was like the air itself was holding its breath as they turned to look at Bruce, waiting for his call. Bruce had his face in his hands, shoulders shaking in silent tears, but he nodded. "Dami needs help"
Dick stumbled back into his chair, looking like his father had just punched him in the gut. Tim's fingers paused over the keys, eyes hazy and lips tight. Cass' knife stabbed the table, grip knuckle white while Jason swore up a storm, slamming a fist down.
Steph, Duke, and Babs remained in their spot, but their faces had angry frowns. Bitter that they could do no more as they glared into the air around them. The three had always been more silent rage than the rest, the kind that forced the air around them when the rest of the Bats burned in it.
"We have to-" Bruce's words get cut off by the Cave communication bell. The camera on the Batcomputer turns on, displaying Damian in a rather fetching streetwear outfit.
"Hello, Father." He said calmly, aiming the camera so they could see he was inside a stale bathroom. "I am calling to ask permission to invite Daniel to dinner at the Manor. We were going to get some pizza after our latest dancing video, but the one Daniel adores was closed for construction, and it's getting rather late for other places. Daniel lives in the bad side of town, so his sister would rather he not be out too late."
Oh gods, Daniel had a sister now? One that limited Damian's movements?
"Of course, son," Bruce heard himself say. A heavy lump developed in his throat as a broad, pleased smile spread across his child's face. Bruce is no stranger to heartbreak, but he felt it cracking as Damian reminded him that Daniel was a civilian, so they needed to ensure that vigilante things were out of sight. "That sounds fine, Dami. We will be waiting for you both."
"We?"
"Your siblings want to meet Daniel." Bruce clarifies, looking around the table of his children, who look back at Damian with pity. "Don't you?"
Dick presses a hand against his mouth, nodding his head. "We sure do. Heard so much about Daniel, it would be a shame not to."
"Very well." Damian yields after some thought. "We shall be home in an hour. Alfred, could you make some meat lasagna? That's Daniel's favorite food."
"It's making him ask for meat." Jason curses under her breath "on top of everything else?"
Thankfully, it's too soft for Damian to hear, so Alfred speaks up. "Of course,e Master Damian."
"Replace the béchamel sauce with layers of cheese, please." Damian requests, smile turning a bit soft and gooey. "Daniel prefers it that way."
"Right away, sir."
The call ends, and the cave erupts into noise. Bruce springs to his feet, shouting out orders. They will think of what to do now that Damian has introduced them to Daniel.
Multiple JusticeLeague-approved therapists are called, Black Carnary is on speed dial for any help they may need, and the kids brush up on their mental illness assistant packages. They don't plan on confronting Damian tonight about it, but they will carefully prob to see what exactly Daniel and his sister make Damian do.
Alfred's face spams an hour late as he watches the front gate security cameras. Master Damian arrives in an Uber, holding the door open and offering his hand to the air as if attempting to help someone get out of the vehicle. The boy waves away the driver, then keeps his hand wrapped around nothing as he strides to the Manor in sure steps.
Alfred doesn't have the auto on, but he can tell by the movement of Master Damian's lips that he is speaking to it.
Alfred moves to the front door, fixing his vest to gather courage before opening the door, a calm Welcome home, Master Damian on his lips.
Only to choke on his spite at the sight of another young boy the same age as Master Damian standing right where Daniel should be. He even has his fingers interlocked with Master Damian.
"Alfred, this is Daniel Fenton. Daniel, this is my family butler, Alfred Pennyworth."
"You're real," Alfred breathes, staring wide-eyed at the boy who offers him a wave. It's such a whiplash from the emotional turmoil of this afternoon that he forgets himself and his manners as he gawks at the child.
"Um, I sure am?" Daniel, for his part, looks a little uneasy, which prompts Master Damian to step in front of him, shielding him with his body. His green eyes are blazing with slight protective rage.
"I did not see you in the camera...." He hears himself say as if that was justification for his reaction.
Master Domain's shoulders relax. "Yes, Daniel does not appear on any form of record. It happens. Come, Daniel, I'll show you my room while dinner is made."
"Cool. Can we practice some new moves, too? I really want to get the choreography for our new song down."
"Of course."
Alfred steps back, allowing the children to walk inside, climb up the stairs, and vanish from sight. He fumbles for his phone, knowing he has to report this before Master Bruce and the other children make fools of themselves.
Goodness, he didn't even start on the meat lasagna. He didn't think he was actually going to feed someone.
Teacher: Class, we have a new student joining us today. Danny, could you tell us a little about yourself?
Danny, standing up: Ugh, okay. My name is Danny Fenton. I'm from Amity Park, Illinois. I moved to Gotham with my siblings.
Teacher: That's lovely, Danny. Do you have any hobbies?
Danny: I like to stargaze, but it's tricky here in Gotham to see them.
Teacher waiting for more: *Stare*
Classroom: *stare*
Danny panics as the class stares at him. I also really liked helping Dan with his experiments.
Teacher: Who's Dan?
Danny: He's my eldest brother. He got a job at Wayne Labs three months ago, so we moved.
Classmate: What kind of experiments do you guys do?
Danny: Dan's a chemist. He likes to create antidotes to various poisons or toxic substances. Last month, he made the new Anti-Fear Gass Antidote!
Classmate: *scoff* Yeah, right, and I'm the tooth fairy
Classroom: *laughs*
Teacher: Alright, everyone, settle down. Danny, welcome to Gotham, but you should be careful with your fibs. They can be dangerous in this city.
Danny: I'm not lying.
Teacher: Of course not. Everyone turn to pages three and twelve in your math textbooks- Danny, please sit down.
Danny: *sits* It wasn't a lie
Damian: I believe you.
Danny: Really?
Damian: Yes, my Father signs Dan Fenton's paychecks.
Danny: Oh, does he work at Wayne Labs, too?
Damian: .....In a way. Would you happen to know who I am?
Danny: Damian Al Ghul. I heard you tell the teacher you prefer that name.
Damian: .....Yes. Your pronunciation of my last is perfect. Most people claim it's too hard.
Danny shrugs: If I can learn to pronounce Obi-Wan Kenobi, I can learn how to say your last name. Most people are just rude.
Damian, under his breath: Is this the rush Mother felt when she found her Beloved?
Danny: What? I'm sorry I didn't catch that
Damian: Do not worry about it. Merely know that you belong to me now
Danny: Like a friend?
Damian:.....In a way.
Danny: Cool :D
Danny: *Gag* It's okay. Almost done. A few more bites. You can do this, Fenton. *chew* *Gag, chock gag*
Damian: Oh, for Pete's sake! Fenton! Stop it! It's just a salad! You do not have to retch every time you have some! Especially in the school cafeteria! It's gross!
Danny startled: Oh sorry, Mr. Wayne, I didn't mean bother you.
Damian: Tsk. Don't call me Mr. Wayne, we are the same age. Now, what seems to be the problem? Why must you make that noise every time you eat a salad?
Danny: I'm sorry, I don't know why I do that, but every time I try to be healthy, I just gag. My mom says it because I'm a picky eater, and I just have to force myself-
Damian: Your mother is a fool. Forcing yourself to eat something that causes such a repulsive reaction means something else is obviously at play and not you being picky. What part of the salad makes you react?
Danny: *Frog blink*
Damian: Fenton!
Danny: Oh-sorry- the lettuce?
Damian: Are you allergic?
Danny: I don't think so.
Damian: You don't think so? This means you had never had a professional check to be sure, does it not?
Danny: Um-
Damian: I know a free clinic that will test you. If you are not allergic, then it's likely a texture issue or something psychological. Whatever the reason, no more forcing yourself to eat it. Do you understand?
Danny: Um-
Damian: *Slams hand on table* Do. You. Understand?
Danny: But....the salad is all I can afford off the Academy menu and we aren't allowed to bring outside food.
Damian: No matter. I will purchase your meals from now on.
Danny: What!? I can't accept that! I don't want to take advantage!
Damian: Hmmmm so your sense of justice and pride are a issue? Then do something for me in exchange for the meals.
Danny wary: What is it?
Damian: The animal shelter need more volunteers. They do not have enough funds to hire someone full time but the animals are the ones suffering for it and I will not stand it. You will accompany me to the shelter everyday of the week to help out in exchange for five meals out of the week. Do we have an accord?
Danny: *frog blink*
Damian: FENTON
Danny: Yes! Yes, ugh, yes I can do that.
Damian: Good. Now, let's get you some lunch that wont make you sick. Up, pretty boy.
Someone asked how Waynes would look at this relationship, and I decided it would go like this:
Damian: This is Daniel Fenton. He is the other volunteer at the Wayne Animal Home and Gotham Animal shelter.
Tim: Wait- you volunteer at both locations? What was the point of buying out Pete's Hospital if you still split your time between it and the Gotham Animal Shelter? Also, why haven't you bought it too? I know Bruce increased your allowance.
Damian through grit teeth: The city won't sell it to me.
Danny gently patting his shoulder: It's okay. They listen to all your requests since you've been funding them. You practically own them already. Only you're more like a silent partner.
Damian relaxing: I do handle all purchases and employees' income.
Danny: Yeah!
Damian: Thank you Daniel, you always know what to say to lift my spirits and help calm my mind.
Damian pulling out a container of fruit from his bag: Snack time.
Danny: Yes, grapes!! :D
Damian smiling: I could feed them to you so you can play your video games.
Dick appearing from a vent: Excuse me, is this a boyfriend?
Damian: No. Also, Father, Todd, Brown, Thomas, and Cain get out of the vents! Stop spying on Daniel. He can sense you.
Danny: It's true. I realized you were in there the moment I walked through the front door. But dont worry, my family is a little odd too. My mom brings food to life, and my dad fishes the dead souls on the weekends.
Damian: As one does.
Danny: Quite.
Bruce crawling out from a bottom vent: It's lovely to meet one of Damian's friends! How did you meet?
Danny: He feeds me
Jason jumping down from the ceiling: How all true friendships begin.
Damian: I intend to marry Daniel into the family. But I do not fancy boys so....Daniel pick one.
Danny: Im good with just the grapes. Besides I'm too young for marriage
Damian: I understand. We will revisit this conversation when we are legal adults.
Bruce: You will not :D
Damian: I recommend Drake. He will be the easiest to manage in marriage.
Danny: Hide me!
Sam: Why!? What's happening!?
Danny: I punched a pervert dressed like a bat made of spandex, and now his group is after me!
Sam: What?! We've been in Gotham for only three hours, how-
Tucker: Hide me!
Sam: Why?!
Tucker: I punched a creepy clown, and I think I accidentally killed him! Why are humans here made of glass?! It's like they can't walk off after being thrown into a wall! I think the police are after me!
Sam: Let me get this straight. We get thrown into a world without any money, connections, legal documentation, a few Fenton tech, and Danny can't shift into Phantom, so instead of lying low, you two, in the three hours I was searching for shelter, managed to paint targets on your back!?
Danny sobbing: I was raiding the clothes donation bins, and he just stepped out of the shadows with metal knuckle braces. My life flashed before my eyes. He looked like a demon, Sam, and not the hot kind!
Tucker sobbing: He ran at me with a needle! I panicked! I'm sorry I forgot to grab food, but Sam, it was a clown dressed like. a. doctor. You know how sacred I am of that!
Sam groaning into her hands: Why did I think assigning you jobs for our survival was a good idea? At least none of you were followed-
Batman crashing through the window: I just want to talk
Danny: HE FOUND ME. AGHHHHHHHHHH.
Tucker: AGHHHHHHHHH.
Sam: Get behind me! And you- stay away from us! *stares at Batman* Danny, you need to retract the "not the hot kind" comment because wow.
Danny: I can see him better in this light, which yeah I do admit I was quick to judge, but Sam- MAKE HIM GO AWAY.
Bruce: Hello, sir, my name is Bruce Wayne and I am searching for a teacher in the ways of paranormal activity. My research had brought me to your business, Fenton Works, looking for the man named Daniel Fenton.
Danny: How....old are you?
Bruce: Seven.
Danny: Where are you parents?
Bruce: Hiding in that bush.
Thomas from the bush: No we're not!
Martha from the same bush: We're just bush fairies! Here to guard little children like Bruce when he travels away from home! Don't mind us!
Bruce: *whispering* My butler is in that tree with a snipper gun
Alfred from Danny's widow tree: Excellent feild awareness Master Bruce. Mr.Fenton, just so you are aware, I have the perfect shot and will take it if you are a threat to Master Bruce.
Danny: *Going cross eye as a red dot appears on his forhead* Oh.
Bruce: Or they really are fairies disguised as my parents and long time family friend in a attempt to lure me away. I'm playing it safe by not going near them
Danny: Right....and you came here because of my ghost research? Most people dont take me seriously outside of Amity Park. The world doesn't have enough ectoplasm to make ghosts visible. People think I lie about my paranormal research.
Bruce: I know you're telling the truth. There is a ghost in my manor. It comes and goes from my parents' room every Friday to my Butler. I need to learn how to defend them. Can I hire you to teach me how?
Danny: ....Okay?
Thomas: We, the bush fairies, will tell the Waynes to pay you handsomely!
Martha: Yes. How does a six digit salary sound?
Danny: .....okay.
Bruce: Excellent!
Alfred: I can take the shot. Say the word Master Bruce and he's dead before he hits the ground
Thomas: You're so hot Alfred!
Martha: You should come to our room tonight. Friday's are no good anymore
Bruce: Because of the ghost!
Danny connecting the dots: Yup. Because of the ghosts. Say, kid this is only a temporary job right?
Bruce: Yes of course.
Twenty years later
Danny: I should have ran.
Alfred: But then who would become the family butler after I married Martha and Thomas? And who would have saved my loves in that alley way?
Bruce: And who would train me for Batman?
Danny: Your parents since they found it fit to become vigilantes with you
Sam: Sorry. Tucker, took a wrong turn and the GPS lost signal. We finally found someone who could give us directions but we're twenty minutes out.
Danny: You have to hurry. I'm surrounded by rich people who keep asking me questions then laugh when I answer!
Sam: They're being passive aggressive. Just smile and say something backhanded back
Danny: okay.
Danny: That's was terrible advice.
Sam: Why what happened?
Danny: I think I'm engaged now? Or they trying to get engaged to me??? I just insulted everyone here and now they're asking about my prospects.
Sam: Oh no. Danny, I think you may have implied that you're someone important. The rich look down on each other, and if you did it overly well, then you just made them think you were a good means of elevating their standing through you. Get out of that Gala. DO. NOT. TALK. TO. ANYONE. ELSE. RUN.
Danny: Instructions not clear: I'm now a Wayne, and apparently I got 14 dates.
Sam: What?! You cant impersonate a Wayne! They're like royalty in the Nepo baby world! Why would you lie like that?!
Danny: I didn't lie! Someone just yelled out "Another blue eye dark hair orphan Wayne picked up" and everyone went with it. I got mobbed by rich people!
Sam: What do you think Bruce Wayne will do when he finds out that your pretending to be his son!?
Danny sends Selfie of him and Bruce smiling and hugging: He set up a college fund for me and asked me what room I wanted in the Manor.
Sam: what
Tucker: Hey I know Im driving and my car was reading the text to me so I cant see that pick but I have to interrupt here and ask: Does Mr.Wayne want more children? I need a college fund and a room in a Manor.
Danny: He said he love to have you
Sam: We were supposed to go to the Queen Gala to get Oliver Queen to fund more green research not get adopted by Bruce Wayne! Why do you even want to be adopted? You're a King! You're not exactly hurting for money....well living money.
Danny: My parents tried to dissect me.
Tucker: The proper term is vivisect.
Sam: Touche.
Danny: Tucker, you're now officially adopted and are now my brother too. Sam, do you want me to ask for you? Since your parents cut all ties with you, that's basically a orphan.
Sam: Fine, sure, but only if he will fund our nonprofit.
Danny: Bruce said yes.
Meanwhile on the other side of the room Bruce is texting his kids.
Bruce: You all have 3 new siblings
Damian: Father, you have a serious problem. At this point it's not a inconvenience. Its a cry for help.
Dick: How old are they?
Jason: Whats thier sob story?
Bruce: They're all just turned seventeen. It's the Danny Fenton Case. Fenton is here now attempting to go by a different name but I can tell its him.
Tim: The kid that his parents cut open on live, claiming he wasn't human? Yeah, thats a good sob story. What about the other two?
Bruce: Danny said they come as a package. Samantha Manson and Tucker Foley. I asked Babs to check them out
Barbara: Samantha and Tucker were on the missing teens lists having run away from home with Danny after rescuing him from his parents. The official statement thier parents made was that the three were in a "sinful" poly relationship and took off togther but based on what I found, they see eachother as siblings and each lived with a different version of child abuse.
Bruce: I got a good deal. Three for one. They want to live at home with me. My nest is growing.
Dick: I think Damian was right. This is a cry for help.
👆this. They totally should do both. Then imagine Queen and Wayne have to negotiate in visiting rights since they both claim the trio.
This makes Sam roll her eyes yet collect the paperwork for the two research projects, Danny and Tucker going “cool dads who won’t force me into the family business”.
Press goes wild since this is the first shared family between the two, speculation on who is the preferred father for each, fashion magazines showcasing their wardrobe without critically thinking about why it looks less than posh. Finally, NASA getting a surge of funding since clearly the new Wayne-Queen boy wore one of their shirts under a dinner jacket so it was obviously a message to support the organization (it wasn’t, Danny had no other shirt to go with the jacket he scavenged and sewed back together)
Sam: Sorry. Tucker, took a wrong turn and the GPS lost signal. We finally found someone who could give us directions but we're twenty minutes out.
Danny: You have to hurry. I'm surrounded by rich people who keep asking me questions then laugh when I answer!
Sam: They're being passive aggressive. Just smile and say something backhanded back
Danny: okay.
Danny: That's was terrible advice.
Sam: Why what happened?
Danny: I think I'm engaged now? Or they trying to get engaged to me??? I just insulted everyone here and now they're asking about my prospects.
Sam: Oh no. Danny, I think you may have implied that you're someone important. The rich look down on each other, and if you did it overly well, then you just made them think you were a good means of elevating their standing through you. Get out of that Gala. DO. NOT. TALK. TO. ANYONE. ELSE. RUN.
Danny: Instructions not clear: I'm now a Wayne, and apparently I got 14 dates.
Sam: What?! You cant impersonate a Wayne! They're like royalty in the Nepo baby world! Why would you lie like that?!
Danny: I didn't lie! Someone just yelled out "Another blue eye dark hair orphan Wayne picked up" and everyone went with it. I got mobbed by rich people!
Sam: What do you think Bruce Wayne will do when he finds out that your pretending to be his son!?
Danny sends Selfie of him and Bruce smiling and hugging: He set up a college fund for me and asked me what room I wanted in the Manor.
Sam: what
Tucker: Hey I know Im driving and my car was reading the text to me so I cant see that pick but I have to interrupt here and ask: Does Mr.Wayne want more children? I need a college fund and a room in a Manor.
Danny: He said he love to have you
Sam: We were supposed to go to the Queen Gala to get Oliver Queen to fund more green research not get adopted by Bruce Wayne! Why do you even want to be adopted? You're a King! You're not exactly hurting for money....well living money.
Danny: My parents tried to dissect me.
Tucker: The proper term is vivisect.
Sam: Touche.
Danny: Tucker, you're now officially adopted and are now my brother too. Sam, do you want me to ask for you? Since your parents cut all ties with you, that's basically a orphan.
Sam: Fine, sure, but only if he will fund our nonprofit.
Danny: Bruce said yes.
Meanwhile on the other side of the room Bruce is texting his kids.
Bruce: You all have 3 new siblings
Damian: Father, you have a serious problem. At this point it's not a inconvenience. Its a cry for help.
Dick: How old are they?
Jason: Whats thier sob story?
Bruce: They're all just turned seventeen. It's the Danny Fenton Case. Fenton is here now attempting to go by a different name but I can tell its him.
Tim: The kid that his parents cut open on live, claiming he wasn't human? Yeah, thats a good sob story. What about the other two?
Bruce: Danny said they come as a package. Samantha Manson and Tucker Foley. I asked Babs to check them out
Barbara: Samantha and Tucker were on the missing teens lists having run away from home with Danny after rescuing him from his parents. The official statement thier parents made was that the three were in a "sinful" poly relationship and took off togther but based on what I found, they see eachother as siblings and each lived with a different version of child abuse.
Bruce: I got a good deal. Three for one. They want to live at home with me. My nest is growing.
Dick: I think Damian was right. This is a cry for help.
Reporter: King Phantom! Can you tell us some of your favorite memories of Earth during the course of your long existence?
Danny: I ran a gang once. That was fun.
Reporter: Um....what?
Danny: Yeah, it was in 1868, Gotham city had just finished establishing itself as a major trading hub and crime had picked up due to corruption running through the police forces. I was summoned by accident, when a young orphan witch, wanted to save her brother from a public hanging. I saved the boy, and took over the local orphanage which was selling the children for cheap labor. They became my gang, that wrecked havoc upon those who scorned them for being orphans. We ran that city for fifty years.
Clark: Are you-are you referring to the notorious gang leader, Danny Fenton?
Danny: Wow, I haven't heard my borrowed human name in centuries. Why do you know that at the top of your head?
Clark thinking about Bruce going raving mad trying to prove Danny Fenton, fourteen year old boy from Illinois in Damian's class, is a time traveler at last week's JL meeting: I just really love history.
Dick bored in class thinks loudly: Are there any mind riders here?
Danny thinks back: Yeah, hi.
Dick: *Falling out of his desk with a shriek*
Teacher: Mr. Grayson! If you are going to disrupt this class one more time, I'll have you thrown out!
Dick: Sorry, sorry. *sits in desk mentally shouting* Who are you!? What information have you stolen from my mind!?
Danny: Whoa, calm down there, Robin. You were the one who asked. I thought you already knew about me.
Dick: How could I possibly know about you!?
Danny: You literally lit candles for me yesterday. You said this lovely prayer, too, though I couldn't understand it
Dick: I lit candles for the dead homeless kid i found- oh. You're a ghost.
Danny: In a way.
Dick: Did the light not guide you home? Should I light more candles?
Danny: If you like. What's that about anyway? The candles?
Dick: It's a Romani tradition. Ussually, the candle is light on your death and kept on until the funeral, but I found you too late, so I just made a circle.
Danny: That's so sweet. Thank you for including me in your people's way.
Dick: Of course. Are you haunting me now?
Danny: *Literally sitting behind him in class* One could say that yes.
